I carry your bones in my heart (Dietrich)

[immy]

You grabbed me and tugged at my soul through your own
I knew it well then, we'd go down to the river
You'd cleanse what was left of me under the tide
The sun turned to ash and your body was withered
Your bones I let go and the dream did subside

Spine moved effortlessly through the barren trees, all gnarled and leaning in towards her as if to gobble her up. Her lip was turned upward slightly in amusement, the dark forest seemed such a cliché to her and yet she felt as if she fit here. Perhaps she would stop and rest a bit; perhaps she would cease to wander at last. She raised her dainty face to the sky, noticing that it was beginning to darken and perhaps it would rain. The clouds looked heavy as they swirled above her and her nostrils flared slightly as she took in the scent of new spring and the possibility of rain. She stopped her slow advance turning toward a twisted tree nearly and reaching out to touch her nose to it, she felt kin with the tree all gnarled and ugly – just like she felt inside. She was an ugly person, she knew it, and no matter how pretty her appearance may be it could not disguise the hideousness she felt lurked within her soul. She peered down at her knees and the places where the fur would no longer grow back, her legs looked abused as if she had fallen on them time and time again. Of course she had not, the scars were all self-inflicted and she believed them beautiful. The only truly beautiful part about her, that imperfection that showed her sickened inside on the outside.

Lids covered caramel mocha eyes as her mind turned inside her head, a headache threatening as she tried to fight off the past but could not. Images flashed before her closed eyes and she suddenly could taste iron on her tongue, blood in her mouth. She tried to rid herself of the taste, opening and closing her mouth, grinding her teeth but it would not go. Her eyes were now clenched shut as she saw over and over again her own teeth ripping his throat, her mouth stealing his life from his body. She felt herself rear to the sky and her hooves crushing his ribs, pummeling his already dead body over and over again until her feet were stained with the red of his life. She lifted her head to the sky and screamed her torment to the world and when she opened her eyes once more she was screaming in reality. Her breaths were shallow and ragged, trying desperately to get enough oxygen into her panicked lungs. Suddenly the world was spinning and she was so overwhelmed. She felt so much inside of her and didn’t know what it was, it was just bad… so bad and she needed to get it out. Right now!

With desperation she reached around to her hind leg on her thigh, right above her knee and took her teeth to the flesh there. She paused relishing the tense pain before she ripped the skin off her bones. Her breathing slowed and now she was taking deep long breaths her caramel eyes focused on one thing. The red. The blood that now ran hot down her leg and as it exited her body so did all of that pain and anger. She was numb now, her emotions running out of her body with the blood. It was so beautiful trickling down her leg to pool by her feet. She again lifted her head to the sky and let out a deep relieved breath as she suddenly felt whole again, she was okay again. That was when the drops began, first slowly and then more quickly the rain washed down on her. Within moments her body was soaked, the rain washing her wound and disguising the blood that was already ebbing in its flow. She began to walk again, slowly and without purpose, as the rains became a sprinkle.

Lyrics ©CakeBakeBetty

ooc | First post with spine in ages... for Dietrich
word count 633

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

DiETRICH
^{WHEN IT COMES TO}_DEATH
^{IT IS BETTER TO} _GIVE ^{THAN TO} _RECEIVE

The czar snaked through the gnarled forest. His grullo bodice was covered in sweat. Just moments ago, he had been chasing a target. A young mare that had been doing naughty things. She was Imperium and had been sneaking around, planting false lies and truths into the ears of Altus and Imperium alike. Trying to start another war. Dietrich, being the only assassin in the Syndicate, had taken the contract with a little push from Meta. Dietrich did not care if the two kingdoms fought it out, he thought it would be amusing. But of course...Witchcrypt had given the contract; not wanting another war, for some odd reason. Of course it had to be the Queen of Cocytus. Of course. He snorted, pinning his auds and narrowing his mis-matched eyes. If he had denied her, she would have turned her anger out on Harkness or The Meta and that would be a straight shot to him. He growled in frustration, eyes scanning the land. How could she be so hard to spot! She was touched by the deformities of this land and had bio-luminescent markings on her! He bared his dirty dentures and halted his steps. "Keep looking, she's around here somewhere.." The voice cooed in his skull. The disturbed stallion snorted in a rebuttal and moved his long stilts.

He ducked beneath a curled branch, it caught his mane a bit but he just snorted and let the branch rip out a few of his dark locks. 'This is so boring. Can we just go home?' The voice was childish and very exaggerated in its boredom, 'No you mumbling twit, we need to finish this contract.' The level, rational voice snarled at the younger voice and the younger one shrank away into the darkness of the brute's mind. They had the mare a few miles back. She was sleeping and they would have had the kill easily, if she did not have a companion. The large snow leopard had latched onto Dietrich's back, biting his crest and clawing into his nape. Blood still oozed from the wounds, but very slowly. Thunder rolled across the sky and Dietrich looked up, at the sky, and huffed. Great. Rain. He kept moving, looking around the area for the mare. A scream rocked the world and Dietrich's head shot to the direction the scream had come from. His harks were pinned forward, swiveling slightly to try and catch more sound. He was instantly intrigued.

'No! No! Keep your head in one direction for once! We have to kill this mare!' The voice screeched and Dietrich winced slightly but kept moving forward, towards his new interest. The brute lugged his heavy body through the forest just as the water began falling. He had to narrow his eyes so he could see without them getting pelted painfully. Soon it was a full on downpour and his harks were pinned against his poll as tightly as possible. The wind wasn't blowing well enough to catch any scents and visibility was utter shit. 'I don't like the raaaain! Let's find somewhere to rest until its over with!' The younger voice complained and it gave Dietrich a headache. He snorted and continued through the forest, his dark pelt hiding him marvelously. He looked down at his hooves as he came to a mud patch. Something in his head tingled and he became very wary of that mud patch. His torn face curled up in contemplation before he decided to skirt to the left. This pushed him through a tighter patch of branches and he earned a few new scratches on his pelt. He growled as he pushed through the branches and came onto a path. He looked back and glared at no tree in particular before he kicked one in spite. 'Oh yeah..show that tree..' The voice was sarcastic and Dietrich just snorted, looking to his left and seeing the path but that was not the way he wanted to go. He looked to his right and the white body of another horse was heading his way. He snorted, scenting the air. But he could not get a scent. He turned right, trotting to the other being, who was just as drenched as he was. As he drew closer, he noticed that it was a female. 'What's a lady like you doing out in the rain, eh?' He grinned as his large bulk blocked the path.

[immy]

And we’re starved, and we’re parched…
We’ll rip into the flesh atop the spines with which we arch

Spine had begun to get a rhythm, her head swaying with each step as she made little effort to hold it up in the proud pose that gave hint to Arabian lineage. Her shoulder bones rose and fell with each step, her small delicate body swaying as she moved slowly and without purpose. She blinked several times, trying to rid herself of the droplets that had settled on her thick lashes but it seemed once one had gone it was replaced with another. Although the rains had slowed it still felt a torrent to her, she turned her head round to view her wound with satisfaction, brow crinkling in displeasure as she noticed how quickly the red flow had ebbed to a drip. Ah well, it did the trick anyways, she mumbled softly to herself, a small smirk tugging at her lip as she let the afterglow of the first euphoria trickle down her spine. It was a small joy in comparison to the first wave, so addicting like a drug, that had run down her body from her head to her feet. Anything was better than feeling that awful overwhelming downpour of emotions but if you could trade that feeling for such a euphoria, who would pass up the opportunity?

Suddenly her body stiffed, head rising with a quickness that she was not sure she in her drugged state was capable of and ears swiveling with sudden alertness. She seemed to get smaller as her muscles compacted, ready for action, when she noticed that the noise that had so startled her had simply been a heathen approaching her. A small chortle escaped her as she relaxed once more but her head remained raised in a proud pose, eyes of caramel brown narrowing as she zeroed in on his approach. He was moving at a brisk pace towards her and she stopped her slow advance and gave him a lazy nod of her head. Then he spoke and slow anger bubbled in her veins. He was so cocky, so confident as if he were everything and she were nothing. What does it fucking look like. I am walking, basking in the joy of being utterly alone and I would prefer to keep it that way, she snapped, opening her jaw and snapping her teeth at him to make further point before she turned very deliberately away from him and began walking again, this time her pace slightly brisker and her body slightly more alert as she was aware that he was behind her but she very deliberately acted as if he were no concern of hers. Of which he wasn’t. Spine had no interest in conversing with a creature that seemed to think so highly of himself that he could approach her with no manners whatsoever. And so with her head held high she gently swayed away.

And we laugh when you choke
We will drag you to the desert
So you're burnt and you're broke

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Gold and azure orbs flitted over the bodice of the mare. She definitely had desert linage running through those veins of hers. Dietrich guessed he did too, somewhere underneath all the warmblood in him. She was quite the pretty thing, pale white and all chiseled in the right ways from that arabian lineage. The rain made her look sleek and showed every dip and bump on her, she was a tad skinny for him but nothing he couldn't work with. 'Oh no, no you don't, turn around and continue, we have a job to do!' The voice barked at him, but the words fell on deaf ears. "What does it fucking look like. I am walking, basking in the joy of being utterly alone and I would prefer to keep it that way" Her voice was sharp but nothing he wasn't used to. His heavily scarred lips pulled into a lascivious smirk as she put on an air of confidence. All these mares, so..sassy.

His odd eyes watched her leave; his tongue lolling out before lashing across his heavily scarred lips. He lifted his top lip, the scars bunching up nastily as he tried to scent the air, but the rain was too heavy. He snorted, water flying from his nares. Oh yes, this mare would definitely have it coming. He watched her saunter away and he felt the arousal instantly, she was in the perfect position. She had made it too easy for him. 'No, I know what you're thinking, turn away and find our contract.' But Dietrich did the exact opposite, he followed after the mare, moving quickly and coming right up behind her, his chest bumping her rump, he was much larger than she was and he hoped his weight would be enough to stop her in her tracks. He lifted his body up and attempted to land on her spine and then wrap his forelegs around her barrel, his dentals snapping and reaching for her withers as his hind hooves danced behind her, attempting to keep his balance.

ooc; sorry for the shit post, been kinda eh lately but if you want me to change this, let me know, I didn't know if you had made her face her back to him just for this or not xD